Harvest - my favorite time of year. Harvest. Fall. Autumn. This is my Spring. My time of year when I feel most alive, most energized, most creative and most cozy. The crock-pot comes out of hiding. And so do I.
I got all nostalgic and harvest happy looking at a past blog post - so I thought I’d revisit it and re-post it… because Autumn is just around the corner and I CAN. NOT. WAIT!
From Fall 2008:
Ever feel like you’ve walked straight into the pages of a magazine? Me neither. Until Saturday, that is. My kick-ass girl gang trip to Barn House was heavenly and I had to touch everything to make sure it was real life - and not printed pages. Heavenly. Delightful. Magical. Beautiful. Breathtaking. And a little macabre-larious too (saving that for the end of the post - no skipping ahead). My challenge was to whittle down all my photos into only 3 dozen. Between Paula and me, I think we snapped a couple hundred photos. Click. Click. Click… we just couldn’t stop. Barn House is located in Battle Ground, Washington… which is about 30-40 minutes NE of Portland, Oregon - and about a 2 hour drive SE from my house (in Astoria, Oregon).
Mother Nature put on quite a show for us - the fall colors looked like they were airbrushed on.
Entrance to the barn - this is such an E Ticket!
Our hosts. Far right is Jermonne, one half of “J & J” of Barn House, aka Joe and Jermonne. Everyone at Barn House was so friendly and gracious, and made everyone feel like a VIP guest.
A chicken feeder - something ordinary into something beautiful.
Terracotta pumpkin patch. Ishy.
Bulbs.
A sweet little garden just outside of the refreshment tent.
Seriously. I feel like I walked into the most beautiful wedding or party setting ever. Over the top, but the good kind of over the top.
All creatures great and small love Barn House.
Beverages. For all.
Breathtaking.
Cardamon bread, pumpkin bread, marionberry bread… I was in bread utopia. Oh so very good, especially the cardamon bread. Also on tap was coffee, mimosas, fruit… just so much good stuff. Edited in: I found out who the mystery baker was (all we knew at the time was that her name was Karen). One never knows who they’ll meet in our wonderful little internet village… and Karen is from an IRL village just up the road from me!
Fantasy tables and settings.
My inner harvest is tingling on high.
Harvest.
I love this lamp idea.
Brave? Ballsy? Either or both… I loved it.
My inner harvest is now past the tingling stage.
My inner harvest is smokin’…
… my inner harvest just exploded.
So macabre, so hilarious… so something that I get such a kick out of. Dexter meets farm house chic.
This photo should probably come with a warning, but what the heck…
Not the end - I may revisit the rest our of wonderful day, too.
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